I'm going through some boxes, hoping to find something to do, when I hear a sound coming from outside the shackle. I change into the other 'me' and grab one of the lead pipes we have. I move closer to the door. The door suddenly opens and reveals a shocked Piccolo, caring our now clean clothes. "Jesus Christ, you scared me! Why do you look like you're going to attack me soon?" He asks, voice slightly higher than his normal deep scratchy voice. I lower the pipe and chuckle. "Sorry, I thought you were somebody else..." He enters and put the clean clothes into a plastic bag. "Everything okay?" I asked, not that I really cared. "Yeah, if I just act normal, nobody even looks at me, so..." He sort of smiles at me and looks at my almost healed leg. "Time to change the bandages." He takes out clean ones and sits down on his mattress. I sit down next to him and put out my leg. "You know, I don't think we need bandages any longer, it's practically healed. I can walk on it now... Soon I'll be able to go outside as well, so we can go in shif-" But I'm cut off by an angry sounding Piccolo. "No! You don't go out, not on your own at least!" I raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" Then it hit me..I must be a wanted person. Still I could do what i wanted. "Because!" You were on the news. People will recognize you..." He trail off. "I'll make sure I'm not recognizable then. Namek trust me, I won't get caught." As soon as the words leave my mouth I can see his expression changing from angry to sad. "Yeah, that's what they all said..." He whispers, head slightly turned from me. I can still see most of his face, he looks just like he does when he spaces out. Something's not right here, and I really want to know what. "Okay, I'm done waiting for you to start talking. Something's really wrong here and we're not going to do anything else until you tell me what's bothering you!" I say in the stern voice i always had, but this time it was deeper,more deathly, a treat, but I really want to know. He looks me in the eyes and sighs.
"Back in high school I had a two people I cared about, my two best friends. We were inseparable, the three of us. When the 'incident' happened, I ran away without saying goodbye. I thought I'd never see them again and I remember I cried myself to sleep every night. After a few weeks however, I was already living here, I heard some rumble outside of the shackle. When it opened, they were both standing there, changed, just like us." I stop him, "Wait, they were also..." He cut me off "Yeah... They told me they knew about their 'condition' for quite a while then, so... Anyway, we started to live together here. It all worked pretty well and we actually had a good time. But then, they started to hunt us and a month ago, when they were in the city to get some stuff, it took longer than normal. So I went out as well and when I arrived in the middle of Japan, I... I could see how my friend was dragged into a van, with force and my other was dragged in unconscious... They were really hurt and I couldn't do anything to help them, so... I ran away..." He's trying to hold back the pain in his voice but it showed in his eyes when he tells me the story, I roll my eyes. "It is okay..tell me more..if you like..." He grins at my 'kindness', "You sound like you care..." Maybe I do...maybe I dont.
We decided that it'd be best to stay near the city. Sure it's dangerous to stay near a lot of people, but travelling greater distances to get supplies would be even more dangerous. Piccolo said that he has found a place near a park in a practically deserted area. We organized the our stuff and came to the conclusion that we couldn't carry everything in one go. "So we'll have to go back and forth a couple of times..." Namek says, one hand on his hip and the other on the back of his head. He cut his dirty blonde hair yesterday, because he stands out with it. It looks good on him, makes him younger and more discrete. "How's the leg?" I glare at him. "Well enough." I say, picking up one of the bags. But Piccolo waves with his hands and tells me to put it down. Growling I glare at him and drop the bag. "You're not leaving like this... Here." He hands me a black coat with a high collar, a dark coloured scarf and -hat. I put them on and look at myself in the broken mirror we have. I look fairly unrecognizable, except for my eyes. My eyes were always the most precious thing I had, or so Bulma told me. Oh Bulma. I miss her...I even miss that clown, Kakarot. There's no other person I want to see more but Bulma. I wonder if she's okay. Kakarot Yelling to run away probably didn't go unnoticed by those 'special force' guys. This, I'm so tired of this shit. Piccolo must notice that I'm spacing out. "What's on your mind?" He asks in a light voice. I don't want to talk to him, I dont show emotions well. So I just shake my head and smirk at him. "You're thinking about Bulma aren't you?" I feel my jaw tighten, "It dont matter." He nods.
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We stood at the building. We started the stairs. Once at the top Piccolo smiles. "It looks like we've just rented a room in a hotel... The only thing is, there's no heating... But hey, we even have a working bathroom!" Namek exclaims happy. He points over to a door. I rolls my eyes. "We have water, but we'll need to heat it with fire. But first things first, let us take a look at that leg of yours." He forces me to sit down on the sofa and pull my jeans up and sure, the leg's bleeding again. Piccolo takes a look at it and starts to look around. "What's wrong?" I ask. It looks like he's searching for something. "I need a light, otherwise I won't be able to see what I'm doing..." What? "I thought you could see in the dark, just like me?" He nods and sighs. "That's what I wanted to tell you on the chairs... Okay, take my hand." He puts out his right hand. I take it but release it almost immediately. "Ah, shit! It's hot!" He pulls it back and nods again. "Yes, every time I change my hands feel like they're on fire. That's why I handed over the bags, because they would just burn. I can touch most metals though, probably because they need higher temperatures to melt... Didn't you notice that I didn't touch you with my hands?" As I think of it, it does make sense now. So that's why he handed those bags over...
"Wait, why only your hands?" He glanced at me. "I... I don't know... But remember when I told you I had ran away from home? When I arrived at my hiding spot, it felt like my whole body was on fire... And it got me thinking... What if our 'powers' aren't truly developed yet?" I blink a few times. He has a point, I can fly now, Im even stronger thn before, much stronger. But more and more keeps coming with the power, odd. "... You've got a point there... Hey, what about fire?" He rasie an eyebrow. "Fire?" He looks at me like I just said the dumbest thing ever. "Yeah, can you, you know... Touch it?" He looks pensive for a while. "I don't know..." Maybe we should test it. I put my hands inside my coat's pockets, I'm fairly sure I have a lighter in there somewhere. I suddenly feel something metal-ish and take it out, and yes, there it is. "Here, try it!" I put it on and the little flame lightens up the entire room. Piccolo looks at me with wide eyes. Haha scared. "Are you nuts?! What if I can't?" Well I was never quit sane. "You'll notice that quite soon. Soon enough anyway. Come on, try it!" I bring the lighter closer to him. He slowly puts out his hand, doubt written on his face. After a few seconds, he puts his hand in the flame and doesn't take it out. "Oh. My. God... No way..." He says what I think. I notice a small light beeming from his hand. But then it fades. "Well? How does it feels?" I ask, my voice not higher than a whisper. Piccolo looks at his hand like it's an alien. His mouth hangs open a bit in disbelieve. "A bit warm, but that's it..." Namek still looks like he's under some sort of spell. It makes me a bit uneasy so I close the lid of the lighter, putting out the flame while doing so. Piccolo's face changes back to 'normal' as he seems to snap out of it. He stands up and starts pacing around the room, thinking. I, In the meanwhile, patch up my leg with the bandage we, luckily brought with us. With me putting down my jeans again, I can feel the sofa dip next to me. "What about you? Have you tryied odd stuff?" I smirked and told him about the biting of Bulma, i left out what happen after. "Any thing else?" I frown. "I don't know... But we should get the other bags here..." I ready myself to stand up when Piccolo grabs my arm and looks me in the eye."No, it can wait 'till tomorrow. Can we just rest for now, with your leg and all?" It seems as if the reason to stay here is my leg, but there's something else as well. He looks tired, sad even. "Hey, I could fly...whats wrong?" I ask him, putting my hand on his shoulder as I do. He turns his head, nods and tries to smile. But the smile doesn't reach his eyes. "You sure?" And he nods again.
"Yeah, I'm just tired, that's all... Let's get some sleep..." He stands up and squeezes himself underneath my arm so I can lean on them. We make our way towards the bed. It's big enough for us both so I take the right side and Piccolo the other. I take the blanket and pull it so it covers us almost completely. We say our goodnights and He turns his back to me and I can see the green hair making place for the short blond. I change as well and the room goes black. Going to sleep is the hardest thing to do. Being careful not to get caught isn't easy either, but at least your mind is busy with trying to stay as hidden as possible. Lying in your bed, trying to get some sleep however... You start to think about everything, your life, your parents... Bulma... But I try not to think about all those things as much as possible and focus on falling asleep.
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When we go outside, the first thing we notice is the sun. For the first time in weeks it's sunny. It's also not as cold as it was. Unfortunately, that isn't necessarily a good thing. More sunshine means more people outside. More people outside means the chances we'd get caught are higher as well. But Piccolo tells me I have to act more natural, greet the people. He has a point. I pretty much look like I did something wrong while he looks like a slient nice kid on his way to school. Shit, school! We're supposed to be at school at this time. Whatever, we look older than we are anyway. I walk ahead this time. We're almost half way, people are shopping and look happier than they normally do. I smile and almost forget I have to be careful. Luckily, nobody's paying us any attention. Suddenly, I see a guy standing in the middle of the street, his back turned to me. And I don't know why, but he kind of looks like Kakarot, even if I can't see his face. I guess when you miss someone, you see them everywhere, even though they're not really there. I keep my eyes on him and continue walking. The guy turns around suddenly and I can't believe my eyes.
But as I get closer, Kakarot takes a step back. "Kakarot?" I call out, trying to sound as confused as possible. He keeps on taking steps further away from my. He shakes his head, sorrow clearly written on his face. I speed up and reach out my hand but he just shakes his head harder. What's going on? Is he mad at me? I suddenly start to run towards him, I'm not planning on leaving him again. "Vegeta!" I can hear Piccolo scream behind me and it is then that I see some sort of cam on Kakarot's collar. Wait? Collar!? Shit, it's a trap! Out of nowhere, people in black uniforms appear. The people that were standing around us back off and make way for the guys in uniforms. I don't have to think who they could be, they're the same guys that came to my school to take me with them. I turn around, we're surrounded. They all carry guns that are pointed to us. They are coming closer and I can hear sirens not too far away from here. I turn my head around again as I hear the sound of chains. I see some of the uniformed men connect an iron chain with his collar and pull him down with it. He hits the ground hard. How dare they! I have no control over myself and I change, angered by the action. "Get away from him!" I scream. My voice sounds somewhat strange, lower than usual. I make my way towards Kakarot.
"No, Vegeta, run!" As soon as he said it, one of the men holding my friend takes his weapon out and hits Kakarot's head with the back of it. he falls back to the ground, not moving any longer. I lose it. A couple of uniformed men run towards me to take me down. But I'm done playing the nice guy, I'm done with the not-attacking-on-full-strength. I punch the guy that gets close to me first in the face. They keep coming so I keep punching around and it's actually working. I hear a cry of pain behind me. I turn around to find Piccolo has changed as well, holding his hands on one of the men's face. The guy's face is like a red moonscape when Piccolo finally releases him. I make a crucial mistake however. By watching Piccolo, I let my guard down. Suddenly, I feel a painful sting in my arm. Shit, they gave me an anaesthetic and a fast working one. I feel dizzy, my vision gets more blurry by the second. But I keep on going. I try to make my way over to Kakarot, but his unconscious body gets dragged towards, what I think is a van. The men in the suits are trying to stop me by hitting and punching me, but I can barely feel it due to the anaesthetic. Unfortunately, they decided to hit my head with a dull object. Every hit makes my vision go darker and darker. But it's no use resisting, my body feels so heavy and with a final hit on the head, I slip into unconsciousness.